we were laying in bed, i recall it from my mind
i smiled with defiance because right then
i knew perfection, and it was fine
not almost, not another hope in the wind
beside me was she, and she is my friend.
not just a friend, at all times, something greater
a reflection i knew vaguely, love from my creator
something to savor
one i regret leaving
a strong black woman, though gentle enough to soothe a little one, irritated by teething
gracious enough to beat that day
knowing the next is when we would lose
to circumstance
and a time frame that shattered all too soon
but i remember the imagery it held
until a new one makes itself
i'll be marching around the edges of hell
only half beats in me, a whole beat is another tale.
